After apologizing, he introduced himself again and soon joined Class Two within the year. In the studies that followed, he was extremely diligent, including in the theory classes that many people looked down on. It could be said that Mirai was quite interested in becoming a ninja.
However, people were not always happy. During the afternoon training classes, the newly arrived Mirai was almost certainly the target of ridicule. He could barely hit one target out of ten, drawing plenty of jokes from his classmates. Even by the end of training, there had not been much improvement.
However, in other physical exercises such as running, the ten-year-old Mirai was not behind the four people who often sparred with Ono Takeshi. Still, his situation was far from optimistic, because even if he completed everything, his level might remain below that of the other top students, such as Namikaze Minato. All of this frustrated the ambitious Mirai.
The training was much stricter than anything Naruto could have done while skipping class in the beginning. After it ended, the students went home one after another, while Mirai remained at the academy to continue practicing his miserable throws.
"Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!" Dull, agonizing impacts sounded against the wall from time to time as his shots struck the straw-target dummy, a true reflection of his painful situation.
"Mirai, your training efficiency is very low." Suddenly, Yoshida Ichiro's voice came from behind him.
Mirai did not turn around. Without stopping, he said, "Maybe, but I can only improve through constant practice."
The sound of impacts rang beside them, and Yoshida Ichiro smiled. "Practice is essential. You can indeed reach the same level as your classmates, but it will take more time. Why? Don't you want to master a faster method?"
Hearing that, Mirai, who had